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Pilfered Progeny - Stolen Dreams	By : SisterGryffindor Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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SEVERAL WEEKS LATER

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George stepped through the fence into the play yard to see a scene to make him smile. The small castle was busy with children; the twins had begun to toddle and Narcissa was out helping little Lilly to stand and climb to reach the small slide. Most of the children were up and playing, some painting, others riding broomsticks. He heartily approved of the organized chaos; it made him believe that life had finally come to this musty old place and there was nothing anyone could do to change it.

He didn't have trouble finding Warrington, sitting on a bench silently watching Alyssa as she built a tower out of blocks along with blonde square-jawed Lazlo.

George moved over to join him, sitting beside him and watching the play in companionable silence. Jerrod didn't even bother to scowl at him, he had grown accustomed to the red-haired man's constant visits and simply tolerated him now. "Isn't that the one who pushed Alerick and got attacked by the twins?" George asked after a few minutes.

"Yes; he will have the scars from that for the rest of his life. The twins can't stand him anywhere near Mallek or Alerick, but they tolerate Alyssa playing with him. After all, it is her job to make friends." Jerrod answered.

"To draw them in, yes…" George said with a soft frown. He'd thought that Severus had dealt with all of that already, sealing away the memories of the so-called training that Parkinson had arranged for them, the madman. He was glad the man was dead or he'd have taken out a blood feud on him himself for what he had planned to do to Alyssa alone. "Did she influence him…?"

"Just enough to get him to play with her that was it. The others are busy and she doesn't like to play the rough-and-tumble stuff that the others have been doing lately. No one really plays with Lazlo since he was such a bully so Alyssa decided he needed to be her playmate for the afternoon."

"So where's Angel?"

"Off with her fathers and baby brother for a dance recital. She and Rose have been placed in the same dance class I understand."

"Lazlo didn't want to go?"

"He's not connecting with Harry or any of the other grownups yet; he refused to go anywhere with them."

George frowned; that little boy who was such a bully must have been horribly abused to refuse the attention and affections of people who were, to him, strangers at best. "That's mental. Kids need to have love and to be happy…"

"He gets happy, but its usually when he's bullying one of the others."

"Hm. Well, I've come up with a little something I think that the kids'll like… hey 'Liss!" he called out.

Alyssa looked over, lighting up as she came to her feet. "Papa George…!" she said happily.

"Don't call her 'Liss." Jerrod scowled, but George only smirked, holding out his arms for the girl. Lazlo watched her go, frowning, sitting back, a block in one hand.

Alyssa hugged George, eyes sparkling. "What did you bring today, Papa George?"

"Have you completely forgotten your manners, my Lady?" Jerrod demanded, and Alyssa flushed, stepping back.

"I'm sorry… Hello Lord Father George, it is really good to see you." She said in a very formal, quite grown-up tone, giving a formal bow as well.

"Now you don't have to do all of that with me, I'm your papa." He answered, pulling her back into a hug and tickling her. Jerrod could only frown in disapproval, but he bit his tongue and said nothing else.

"What did you bring me, Papa George?" she asked, gazing up at him with her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Just a small thing today." He answered, drawing a box from his pocket that looked much too large to fit in there. Alyssa ignored that fact, happily taking the box and opening it. Inside was a simple ball with a ribbon attached to it. She picked it up and looked at it curiously, then up at George. "Go on, toss it." He encouraged.

She did as he instructed and the ball hit the soft surface of the play area, then bounced higher and at a new angle, the ribbon streaming behind it. George reached out and caught the ribbon and Alyssa giggled, reaching for it again. "Can I play with it? Please?"

"Of course, of course; just grab the ribbon and it will stop, and you can play again." He chuckled, giving the ball back to her. "Don't forget to share it; I'll have more here by this evening for all of you."

"Thank you, Papa George." She said, moving to hug him tightly, then she bounced the ball again and was off, chasing after it. She caught it after the third bounce and giggled in delight at her new simple toy.

Lazlo sat where she had left him, watching with pure jealousy on his face. To his shock Alyssa moved back over to him after catching the ball and offered it to him. "Want to play with me, Lazlo?" she asked.

"Me…?"

"Uh-huh, want to see who can catch it first?" she offered again, using a bit of her influence to get the reluctant boy to agree. "No pushing, though…"

He seemed to think for a long moment, then nodded, pushing aside the blocks. "Sure, I guess…"

George watched as Alyssa encouraged the boy to his feet and to play the game with her. "Huh. Guess she can use that skill of hers for something good…"

"Its up to her to discover how to use it properly." Jerrod said quietly.

"So Snape hasn't worked on her yet?" he asked. "I thought he was blocking all the skills like that, the unusual stuff that kids shouldn't do…"

"His main focus was the guardians; Alyssa has done nothing to harm any of the other children. He has only just finished working with Alerick; I believe his next project will be Mallek." He answered, watching as his daughter ran laughing after the toy, Lazlo actually playing without showing any sign of cruelty or aggression toward her. He knew she was using her powers to influence him to play nice, but he didn't see any harm in that at all. She was teaching him to be a better kid by putting her influence on him.

George remained seated by Jerrod's side, only talking occasionally. He turned the subject to something that he knew that Jerrod was comfortable with; their school years.

He grinned softly at the slightly younger man. "You gotta admit, that was an awesome effect..." It had taken him weeks to be able to sit beside the redheaded man to relax enough around him to enjoy a quiet moment of conversation with just the two of them, and he intended to take advantage of every moment he could.

"All right, I'll admit it…" he couldn't help but grin as well. "I don't think I ever had a bigger laugh than when that old bat went screaming out of the great hall with your firework dragon hot on her tail." He said with a soft chuckle. "Especially when it tried to take a bite out of her."

"We've made a lot of improvements on them, I can't wait for you all to see what I've come up with so far." he smiled.

"I like what you've come up with already." Jerrod said, his eyes moving across the yard where Alyssa and Lazlo were running and playing. "She's so happy when she plays with the things you bring; I don't see her smile like that very often."

George couldn't help but chuckle. "Perhaps you haven't noticed, Jerrod, but that girl lights up whenever you give her any attention at all. She likes me, sure; but she's been single-minded about having you becoming her father."

Jerrod flushed slightly, picking up his drink. "I don't know how she got so attached to me." He said softly. "I still don't think I'm qualified to raise such a beautiful little girl. I didn't want her to be attached to me at all."

"No parent has 'qualifications, Jerrod, to think so is just mad. She's your daughter, and she knows it; that's a simple fact that nothing can change." George said.

Jerrod sighed. "But it makes no sense."

"Love never does." George chuckled softly.

Jerrod hissed softly as he felt the scars upon his arm linked to his bonding react, burning and squirming to warn him of danger. Danger to the kids…? Yes but not the Prince… the danger was to Alyssa. He glanced over at her again; she and Lazlo were on their way over to them.

"Daddy, can we go and play in my room?" she asked, skipping up to him and leaning on his lap, big eyes sparkling, pale cheeks flushed with excitement. "Lazlo promises to be nice and not to break anything."

"It's naptime, my Lady, once you've finished your game." He said gently, stroking her cheek.

"But daddy…" she pouted.

"Naptime. We don't want you grumpy when it is time for dinner with Lord Malfoy, do we?"

"No… but daddy Lazlo doesn't have to take a nap…"

"Lazlo has turned six years old." He reminded.

She sighed and collapsed melodramatically on his lap. "Oh all right daddy… but just a little nap!" She complained.

Lazlo smirked but did not show any other emotion. "I'll play with you again after your nap if you want, Alyssa." he offered a bit shyly.

"Really?" Alyssa popped up again off her father's lap and sent a stunning smile his way. "We can chase the ball again or play one of your games…"

"The ball is okay." He smiled faintly.

"All right then, daddy, let's get this nap done." Alyssa decided, straightening and taking his hand, pulling on him.

"I'm going to get her settled." Jerrod said, rising.

"Need a hand?" George offered.

"No, no, I can do this… just… hang out. I'd like to talk some more." He said, one hand touching his right forearm where the scar was twisting and aching. Something was coming that would harm his daughter and he had no choice; he would stop it. He kept the worry from showing and turned, walking off with Alyssa.

George relaxed, though he watched Jerrod walk away with an appreciative grin.

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Jerrod settled his daughter in her bed, not feeling the least bit guilty about using a bit of magic to help her along to sleep once she had her blankets tucked all about her. She sighed and closed her eyes, her sweet heart-shaped face peaceful as she began to drift off to sleep. He quietly closed the door most of the way behind him.

He turned to see Severus Snape entering through the outer door to the little suite of rooms and his arm's scars pulsed in response to seeing him, identifying him as the cause for alarm. Jerrod simply halted in the doorway, the only entrance to his daughter's room.

"One side, Warrington." Severus said quietly, drawing his wand. He had finally found the time when he had sufficient energy to work on the little siren child; he was definitely ready to set to work. This child trusted him and he would be able to use a spell to help her to sleep deeper while he did his work.

"No." Jerrod said in the same tone; his wand was in his hand and he was not quite sure how it had gotten there.

Severus scowled at the man facing him; he'd never thought that he would have the backbone to stand up to him. "You're wasting my time. You're bonded, and I have instructions from Lucius to do this; you have no choice but to allow it."

"Wrong." Warrington said flatly, eyes narrowed, wand in hand but held in a non-aggressive manner. "You know as well as he does that I have more than one layer of bonding, and that some run much deeper than others. You will not do anything to my child." He said, trying to maintain his temper and keep it from flaring. His bond was urging him to stop this threat and he would do anything he had to in order to protect his daughter.

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Irritated at being stymied and ready to get done with his work with the children, Severus sent a house elf to fetch Lucius to settle the matter. Until his arrival, Jerrod simply stood as he was, tense yet not attempting to be threatening in any manner with Severus glaring balefully at him. He blocked any access to Alyssa's room with his own body and refused to move.

"What is the problem…?" Lucius asked warily as he approached, quite glad now that he had not brought Remus Severus along with him. It was clear this could easily escalate as both had wands drawn, and he did not want his son exposed to that sort of behavior at such a tender age.

"He's the problem. Warrington won't let me get my job finished." Severus answered crossly.

"I won't let him hurt her, he means." Jerrod retorted.

"I tell you it will not harm the girl!" Snape growled, irritation growing.

"It will! You may be a brilliant Master of Potions and a complete wonder at mental healing and manipulations but you clearly need to study up on cross-bred sirens!" Jerrod growled at him.

"Why are you so certain it will harm the girl?" Lucius asked for clarification. "He intends only to lock away her learned spells and memories, Warrington. She will not be injured by the loss of these memories, and she will be less able to manipulate you if she does not have these things at her disposal. Do you object to that?" Lucius asked.

"You know I don't like it when she does that, I never have!" he growled, feeling highly defensive about that. "But neither of you seem to understand; she isn't like the others! The powers that she has are not learned or practiced, they are not like the skills that the others have! You cannot lock away innate skills that are inborn as hers are or you will cause her permanent harm!" His eyes narrowed, his fist tightening on his wand though he did not raise it. "There will be no work such as was done on the others performed on my daughter!"

"Why are you so certain it will cause her harm?" Lucius probed further.

Jerrod rubbed his right forearm slowly, where the scars that had been reinforced more than any other were still burning in warning. The intricate scars that indicated the event of his binding to the circle were aching and throbbing in time with the beat of his heart. "The bond tells me so. He's not to touch her, mentally or physically. I simply can't let him. Even you can't make me step aside, Lucius." He said quietly.

"What I need to do should have nothing whatsoever to do with her siren heritage, Warrington." Severus said sourly.

Warrington scowled. "It has everything to do with it!"

"Papa…?" Alyssa's voice came from within the room behind him, sleepy and disturbed by her father's anger.

"Go back to sleep, my Lady…" he said in a far gentler tone.

"But papa you're angry…" she answered.

"Go to sleep, I can handle this." He said softly. There was no reply as she seemed to be complying with his request.

"Severus, leave it for tonight. Let me talk with Jerrod for a while and I will let you know when you can proceed, all right?" Lucius suggested.

"Very well, but this is a waste of time. I don't know when I can get back to work on her after tonight; it may be another full week before I'm free and have sufficient energy."

"Understood. Thank you for coming, Severus." Lucius said, stepping back to allow the man past.

Severus glared at him a long moment in disbelief; he was extremely put out that he was being brushed off. "You understand, it might be a week or more before I can manage to get back."

"I understand." Lucius agreed. Severus snorted and stalked off, leaving the two men standing in the hallway. Lucius watched him a few moments, and then sighed. "Jerrod, go to my study. I shall be along shortly." Lucius left him to deal with his emotions and moved off to wrap up his own business.

Warrington hesitated, staring after Snape as if to ensure that he was not coming back the moment he was forced to abandon this door. He pulled the door shut behind him and whispered a spell to seal it from outside intrusion before turning to go into his bond master's study. He paced as he waited; clearly aggravated by the situation. It seemed an eternity passed before Lucius Malfoy entered the study.

He wasn't going to wait for politeness or manners; he just plunged right into what he had to say. "I can't let him." Jerrod said when Lucius moved in. "I can't do it…"

"Sit down, Jerrod." Lucius instructed, gesturing to a chair and fetching them both a glass of firewhiskey. "It is not only your daughter I wish to discuss, but all of the children. It has been a while and I have several points I require you to provide information about." He said, moving to pass the drink to his bondservant.

Jerrod hesitated, and then slowly took the indicated seat. "I'll tell you what you need to know." He agreed quietly.

"Make me understand about your daughter, if you will. She is part Siren, I understand that. Explain how what Severus wishes to do will harm her."

Warrington's eyes were dark, overshadowed with clearly unpleasant memories and he sighed softly, taking up the glass of whiskey and taking a long drink, nearly draining the glass. "I don't like to talk about it. Can't you just accept that I know what I'm talking about?" He asked quietly.

Lucius studied the man who had reluctantly agreed to bound as his servant. Time had done the man good; only the oldest and most chronic of his injuries continued to give him any problems. He had gained in self-confidence, his capabilities growing by leaps and bounds. Lucius had granted George permission to pursue the man, but so far had seen nothing else but grudging friendship; he was almost tempted to put a love potion in Warrington's drink the next time George came to visit, or influence Alyssa enough to order the two to wed. The man was the most hardheaded, stubborn, and emotionally stunted creature he had ever met who was not completely mad. And although he had been working for him for months now, he knew little that the man had not initially shared with him about his own personal background. "It would be easier if you would explain." He answered.

Jerrod did not look up, grinding his teeth a moment as he pulled his thoughts together. "It will kill her." He said, rubbing his arm for a long moment; the scar was still twinging in response to the possible danger. "Blocking her powers…"

"Blocking her power is not the intention." Lucius responded.

"There's no other way that Severus Snape is going to do be able to do it. I tell you, she's not like the others. Her powers come from within her. They are innate, not learned. And if you allow Severus Snape to do anything to make her forget, she won't be… she won't…" his voice broke slightly.

"Jerrod…?" Lucius frowned in slight concern.

He drew a long shuddering breath; he had not spoken of this in decades. "It will kill her. She'll die like Jessica." He said softly. "My… my younger sister." His long hair hung over his eyes, shadowing them from view. "I know what caused her death and I don't care what anyone tells me."

"I had not known you had a sister…"

"Mother wasn't too attached to her; she didn't form bonds easily. And dad… well, you knew him. Her death almost destroyed him; we kids were everything to him. I think perhaps mother had the memory of her very existence removed from his mind to help him recover. Jessie was strong, like Alyssa; began to display her powers before she could even walk. My father, the idiot, bragged of her strength and the Ministry insisted on having her tested. Naturally, the Ministry thought she was too strong and they had someone like Snape come in and seal away her abilities. She got very sick, very quickly… The Ministry insisted it could not have been what they did, sealing away her powers and refused to undo what they had done to her. She… she faded and… died…" his words faded away and he wiped roughly at his eyes. "Before her third birthday…"

"I had not heard of such a thing…" Lucius said softly.

He scrubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand. "I won't allow it to be done to my daughter." He said flatly.

Lucius nodded, thoughtful. "I understand now." He agreed quietly, taking a few moments to consider the problem in its entirety. He would never agree to something that would take the life of any of these children, could it be avoided at all. "If I do not allow this to be done, Warrington, you must understand that this will place a great burden upon your shoulders."

"A burden, sir…?"

"Precisely." He agreed quietly. "The education of your daughter Alyssa will be entirely your charge."

"Mine…? But I don't know…"

"You will learn. You have the same abilities she has, in some form or another. You must work to manage those talents that you have never bothered to harness. You will not only manage them, you will learn how to use them to their utmost to enable you to educate your daughter."

"How am I to do that?"

"That is your challenge, is it not? You have completed the potion I desired of you; now it is time for you to return to your job of teaching. You must monitor her very closely. You teach her well, Warrington, and she will not have to endure the suppression of her power."

"It shall be as you wish, Lord Malfoy." He said softly, not looking back up. He took another drink, finishing off the glass of alcohol. "Thank you. I swear I'll not fail you or her."

"I trust that you will keep your word." Lucius agreed, then quietly rose from his chair and moved to stand and gaze out the window for a while, giving Jerrod a few minutes to calm down.

Finally Warrington glanced at him. "You had other things you wanted to ask?"

"Yes." He turned back to face him. "I wish to know more details regarding my youngest son, Alerick." He took his time walking back to his seat and did not continue speaking until he was comfortably seated. "You mentioned a bond between Alerick and Mallek. They are together now, but the time will come when the two will have to be separated; there is a gap of three years in their ages."

"You mean school…? You're not seriously considering sending Alerick to Hogwarts…?"

"He must have a proper education as a Malfoy; of course he will be attending Hogwarts. The question I have for you is whether it will have a negative effect to separate them."

Warrington was quiet for a moment, considering his answer. "For the first couple of years it will be all right." He said softly.

The wording of his reply was not lost on the Malfoy patriarch. "The first couple of years only, hmm? What happens then, Warrington?" he asked, scowling. Even after his death that bastard Parkinson was going to be an absolute headache for them all. He had changed so much about the normal nature of these children that they were hardly human anymore.

"Alerick will need to be with Mallek… it won't be good for them." He was frowning slightly as he worked to bring up the memories. "Parkinson wanted to have Alerick totally dependent on Mallek, he intended to have them completely home schooled after all…"

"And they were already well ahead of most fourth year students at any of the formal education schools."

"He wanted them to be adults by the end of the year. The aging potion would have brought them all forward four years then he was going to give them another one in six more months."

"That ISN'T happening to them." Lucius said, eyes narrow.

"I haven't worked on that potion at all, I swear it. But that's why they were on such an intensive training program. To prepare them for being adults."

"Understood, but you haven't answered my question, Jerrod. What will happen to the boys during that year, the year that Alerick turns thirteen?"

"Mallek will be more and more possessive of Alerick, and Alerick will probably get will begin to lose strength every day that he is away from Mallek. He will become very sick and depressed, and be able to think of nothing but his Dark Prince..."

"… making schooling absolutely impossible. Is there any way to halt the effects?" Lucius asked.

"The only way to stop the cycle and let them be apart is if…" Jerrod looked uncomfortable for a moment; he had not wanted to tell Lucius Malfoy what he was about to tell him. "They will have to consummate their relationship."

Lucius looked physically ill at the thought. "Don't be daft; Mallek will be only ten years old. No one could expect him to…"

"They did expect it of Mallek. You see, Alerick would have been trained in the sexual arts already for months if not years, trained to be a submissive to serve every whim and desire of the Dark Prince. With the aging potion Mallek would have found his sex drive awakened quite early and by then Alerick would have been quite willing to do whatever he wished."

"That's just…" Lucius fished for the proper word to describe it all, his lip curled in disgust at the idea of children being forced to consummate anything. "…depraved…!"

"I never said that Parkinson was playing with a full deck. Besides, Parkinson wanted them to be adults." Warrington reminded. "They would have been adults when the bond was secured, within the span of two years from now."

Malfoy scowled. "I want the choice of being consort or not to be Alerick's, when he is truly old enough to understand what it all means. This bond is going to force him into submission whether he wishes it or not."

Warrington shrugged, finding that even though the present topic was not comfortable to discuss at all, it was better than having to talk about his history and his family. He preferred to never discuss them if possible. "It was kind of their way of ensuring that even if Alerick's foster father chose to move him away from the Circle he would be drawn back into it." He explained; it had been the only way that that sick bastard Verden had been able to explain it all and make Warrington understand when it had first been discussed around him. "I truthfully don't know any way around the entire thing; I don't really even know how they got it all set up for them. I don't dabble in that type of magic, you know that."

Lucius scowled, his eyes fixed upon the bookshelf somewhere past Jerrod's back and he resisted the urge to turn and see what he was glaring at. "Unfortunately, I believe you." He finally said.

Warrington was confused. "Unfortunately…?"

"Very unfortunate, indeed." Lucius agreed, his scowl deepening. "You see, if you knew something of how it had been done to them, you would also hold the answers to reversing the process." he sighed.

"Oh." Warrington answered, feeling rather slow-witted at not figuring that out himself.

Lucius stroked one hand along his chin in thought, leaning back in his plush green velvet chair. "Tell me, Jerrod. Who was part of the 'training' that was to be done and was already done?"

"The training hadn't begun yet, not the active sexual stuff, though Verden had wanted to start when they started on the seductress. Verden said that true submissives had to be taught from a very young age. Made no more sense to me then than it does now. Karkaroff, Verden, Moran and Parkinson; they'd all be the ones who were involved in it all, and all are dead."

"You left out that Bebel bloke. He did not want them 'linked' in such a way?"

"Not particularly, he just wanted them to be allowed to become the perfect creatures that he had created. He used to talk like he was the ultimate power in the universe for creating them…"

"Naturally." His couldn't resist a sneer at the man's god-complex for creating the children. "And the other three? Surely they had designs for what was to happen to each of them as well, if they had this much figured out for the Prince and his Consort."

"Of course; Parkinson had a plan for every detail of their lives and he was willing to do whatever he had to in order to ensure his plans came to fruition. He wanted his enchantress to bond with the guardian, thus making the circle complete and dependent upon each other with the Dark Prince able to control them all with a word. He also wanted the guardian subservient to the Dark Prince, and the enchantress to the consort. That way they would have any needs met regardless of their sexual preferences and would never need to look elsewhere…"

Lucius snorted in derision. "Malcolm Parkinson had everything so conveniently arranged, but their lives are not going to turn out that way. That is never going to happen."

"But it was already working." Warrington countered. "I remember when we first arrived, Alyssa would not sleep in a separate room; none of them would. Alyssa would only sleep at the feet of Alerick and the Dark Prince, as she was conditioned to do. I think they started with her early because of the skills she had already displayed. Lady Alyssa is quite attached to your son, you know. She wilts when he pays her no attention and she glows when he smiles at her. She behaves much as Alerick does when he gets attention from Mallek."

Lucius frowned softly. "I had noticed some of that…"

"Being here has helped, though. She has found the willpower to go and play on her own with Angel and the others outside of the circle, something she would have been severely disciplined for in the past. She does not spend all her time doting on the 'leaders' of their little circle like Erik still does most of the day. She can sleep in her own bed and not have nightmares if even a wall separates her from the others."

"Having their training hidden away for their future has helped Erik and Erin to become more stable as well; Erik remains sulky and hyper-reactive, but Erin has turned into a much more likeable little child." Lucius commented. "But will this 'programming' return to them all when they grow to adulthood?"

"It won't wait until they're adults. Malcolm and Bebel were adamant that they were to be considered adults and capable of making adult decisions at thirteen. I don't know why he chose that age."

"Well, we have to find a way around this geas that has been placed on my son." Lucius said, scowling thoughtfully. "Severus has found nothing of the sort in either of them; the spells that bind them must be much deeper…"

"It runs through their veins." Jerrod said softly.

"What?" He shot him a sideways glance; that was an extremely odd thing to say…

Jerrod looked back at him, rather surprised at his statement, but he knew somehow that it was the correct answer. "It… it runs in their veins." He repeated. "I didn't know I knew that…"

"What does that mean? What runs in their veins?"

"Oh." Jerrod closed his eyes to try to pull up more details. He hadn't been aware that he knew this information; he must have been doing something when the others were discussing it. "Well, it is what it sounds like; it runs in their veins. It's… they put the spell on their blood." He said.

"Its going to be a bit difficult to remove that and leave them alive, Jerrod." Lucius said dryly.

Warrington shrugged; all he could do was give the truth. "I believe that was the idea…"

Lucius focused on his servant a moment, making the man uncomfortable. "I am beginning to believe that I should ask Severus to root around in your memories after all, someone seems to have altered them somewhat to hide things from you." Lucius said softly, and was displeased to see his servant pale at the suggestion.

"Must I? I'm willing to tell you everything I remember, I swear I'm not holding anything back…"

"You don't think you are." Lucius responded. "But clearly there is information there that you are unaware of. I must have all the information I can get in order to be able to properly take care of the children."

Warrington remained pale but looked resigned. "I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Severus is the only choice, regardless of how you feel about him. He is the only one who can not only get this information; he knows how to keep secrets that are necessary, such as the true purpose of these children. If we bring anyone else in, they may be unwilling to keep that information from the Ministry."

"As you command, Lord Malfoy." He murmured.
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